Chapter 3 Meet Me In The Office

• I showered until the water ran cold. I was avoiding Peyton now and we both knew it. I don’t know why my heart was racing so fast. It had been almost a year since Peyton called me into the Office. Last time had been so amazing and terrifying I thought we would be done with it forever. I stepped out and toweled off. There was no point in getting dressed, but if Peyton was going to punish me, then I would punish him, I tip-toed to our room and dug out a lacy lingerie set that coupled with thigh high tights and clamps. I dressed quickly and rushed down the hall. The door to the Office was slightly open and I could hear my heart thundering in my ears as I neared. I knocked lightly.
• “Enter.” Peyton demanded from inside. I pushed in and cast my eyes to the ground. I heard him stand from his chair and suck air through his teeth. “Who told you to wear that?” He ground out through clenched teeth.
• “I thought this outfit might be more appropriate for the occasion.” My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but I wouldn’t be the one to back down here.
• “Come to the desk.” He whispered hoarsely; I almost didn’t hear his command. I stumbled forward, my feet heavy as I neared him. I still hadn’t looked up, but I knew he was standing just on the other side, waiting for me. I heard him walk around the desk and saw his feet appear in my vision as he neared. I thought he would lift my gaze to his, but instead he stepped around me and lowered his frame into the chair beside me.
• “Sit.” He commanded. My eyes shot to him in surprise. There were only two chairs in this room: mine and his.
• “Where?” I asked quietly. He would never ask me to sit in his chair and he was sitting in mine. A devilish grin spread across his face as a predatory light lit his eyes. He patted a thick hand on his thigh as a dangerous emotion danced on his face.
• “Right here.” He narrowed his gaze on me as I made no move to near him. “I don’t want to make you, but I will.” he said dangerously. I turned and took a seat on his lap. “Good girl” he purred into my ear and sparks traveled down my spine. “But you haven’t really been a good girl, have you little deer?” he whispered against my neck. His tongue flicked out and licked a hot trail along my jaw. His rough hands gripped my hips tightly, and I whimpered.
• “I have.” I gasped as he nipped my collarbone.
• “Don’t lie little deer.” His teeth brushed my neck as he latched onto my earlobe, his teeth digging lightly into the soft flesh. I gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Tell me the truth.” He continued his assault on my neck and my mind began to go numb.
• “I- I-…” I stuttered.
• “I know little deer,” he purred “but, if you won’t admit it, I will have to punish you for your bad behavior.” He pulled away from me and cold air rushed along my skin where he had just been. This was how Peyton always was. Hot, then cold. “Stand up.” He commanded. I stood, his voice like a mental chain. “Get the paddle.” Sweat beaded on my brow and I knew what was coming next. He had only used the paddle once before and he swore he would never use it again. Apparently, he had forgotten. I walked to the wall of devices and retrieved the paddle. It was a small piece of flat wood with a handle that had finger holds carved into it. It didn’t look dangerous, but in Peyton’s hands it packed one hell of a wallop.
• “Here sir…” I turned to face him with the paddle in my hand. His face was dark as he leveled me with his gaze.
• “Bring it to me and bend over the desk.” He stood from my chair and motioned to the mahogany desk that stood in front of him. Slowly I walked forward. The longer I took the rougher my punishment would be. Peyton would never hurt me outside of the Office, but in the name of pleasure or punishment? Pain was a small payment to him. I came to a stop in front of the desk and Peyton slid the paddle from my hand. He pressed the small of my back firmly, signaling that his patience was running out. He stepped behind me and kicked open my stance, causing me to fall forward onto the desk. I gasped in surprise as my chin connected with the hard surface.
• “Peyton?” I called out in question. He was rough in the Office, but this felt different.
• “You’ve been really bad little deer, and I have neglected you.” I could hear him breathing heavily as he continued “I’m going to remind you today of the consequences. A bad girl gets punished little deer. First, you’ve been rude,” a swish of air and the paddle came down full force across my bare cheeks. “Then you disrespect me at breakfast,” another smack “Then you pull your shit at my parents,” swish, and smack “Now you want to pretend you’re an angel?” smack, tears stung my eyes “Do angels behave this way?” swish, and smack “I think not little deer.” The tears were now flowing freely down my face as he brought the paddle down once more on my bottom.
• “Please sir, no more” I begged into the desk. Air whistled around the paddle as he brought it down once more.
• “No more?” he laughed behind me, leaning over me to whisper hoarsely in my ear “You want me to stop so soon? You can’t handle the repercussions of your action’s little deer?”
• “Please sir, let me show you how sorry I am…” I tried begging once more. Silence filled the room and Peyton had gone deathly still above me.
• “Stand and turn around.” He commanded standing and stepping away from me. His dark gaze bore into me as he prowled around the desk. “Okay.” he finally said as he lowered himself into his chair, I could see some devious plan brewing in his mind. “Then show me.” He said with finality. “Let’s have David come over.” My heart stopped. Not David. Not this again. Peyton got off on humiliating me with David. The two of them were two disturbed peas in a pod, but if Peyton thought I was messing around with David outside of these little “sessions” he would kill us both.
• “No, please...” I begged him hoping he would change his mind.
• “OH?” he questioned sarcastically “But, I thought you wanted to show me how sorry you are?”
• “I’ll do anything sir, please just not this.” I begged again, praying he would see reason and change his mind.
• “Sit down now and be quiet.” He demanded. I sat in my seat without another word. He had made up his mind. “I’m going to call him. Then we are going to see how sorry you really are.”